Chapter thirty-two, invitations

Feeling the weight of her parents'love, Thyolo took a walk in the garden to eat, then went to the office.

"Director Joe, here's a letter for you. "

As soon as she got to the elevator door, the receptionist trotted over to Thyolo and handed her a large envelope.

"What is this? " Thyolo asked, taking the envelope in a puzzled way. It felt like an invitation.

"I don't know, " the receptionist shook her head.

"thank you, go to work, " Thyolo said quietly to the receptionist.

With that, he took the document into the elevator, opened the envelope, and when he saw the invitation inside, Thyolo froze, carefully pulled out the invitation, and looked again.

She could not help exulting that it was an invitation to Paris fashion.

"What is this? " He asked, looking at the bright light in Thyolo's eyes.

"This is an invitation to Paris fashion, an invitation that all students of fashion design can only dream of, " Thyolo explained to him.

"So you want to go to Paris fashion? " He asked slowly, looking at Thyolo.

"Sure, why shouldn't I? " Thyolo said, without thinking.

Thyolo's eyes sparkled as she dreamed for years that she would one day be able to put her designs on display in Paris.

"But the date on the invitation is the date of your wedding to Mu Qihao, do you want to run away to participate in this competition? " Xiao Jingshen looked at the date on the invitation and said quietly to Thyolo.

Thyolo was so excited that he didn't even notice the date on the invitation. On closer inspection, he saw that it was indeed the time of the wedding.

Thinking of the message Muqi Hao sent to her last night, Thyolo was silent. She was also somewhat resistant to getting married.

"I'll take care of it, it's none of your business, " Thyolo said to him, carefully packing up the invitation.

I don't know why, but he felt like Thyolo had changed a little since last night, even when he was talking about getting married.

What had happened to her, he said, turning his head to look at Thyolo's profile.

"What are you looking at me for? Is there a flower on my face? " Thyolo said, frowning as he turned his head to find Xiao Jingshen staring at him.

This guy doesn't really like himself, does he?

After hearing Thyolo's words, he silently withdrew his eyes, watched the elevator door open, went out, followed Thyolo to the office, then slowly said: "You have rice on your face. "

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How can there be rice on his face, Thyolo hurriedly touched his face, and then really found a grain of rice!

"Why didn't you tell me when you got off the bus, " Thyolo said angrily.

This person clearly knew this thing early in the morning, did not tell themselves, think of oneself just walked around in the company, was seen by others like this, immediately have a feeling of wanting to die.

"I also just discovered. " Xiao Jingshen earnest way.

He had been walking to the right of Thyolo, and the grain of rice was on Thyolo's left cheek. It was normal not to see it.

Thyolo felt a sudden urge to beat the crap out of the man in front of him, took a deep breath, and said to him coldly, "I don't want to see you out there. "

Xiao Jing deep brows slightly a pick, walked out of the office.

Quiet down in the office, picked up the mobile phone on the desk, to call a call to Muqi Hao.

"Thyolo, what did you call here? " Muqi Hao is going to Su Han's residence, received a call from Thyolo thought she wanted to come over to harass him, subconsciously asked.

"Muqi Hao, I want to postpone our wedding, " Thyolo said slowly, walking to the office window and looking down at the traffic.

"You're not going to back out, are you? " Said Mu Qihao, frowning and whispering to Thyolo. "Didn't we have a deal? Do you want to back out now? "

"I was invited to the Paris fashion contest at the same time we were married, and if we were married that day, I wouldn't have had a chance to compete, " Thyolo said slowly, "This is a big game for me and I don't want to miss it. "

"Even so, we shouldn't postpone the wedding, " Muqi Hao said, pulling the car over to Thyolo. "If you want to compete, you can do it next year. There's no need to rush. "

The Paris fashion invitations weren't cabbages at the market, so if you wanted to go, there were places, and Thyolo didn't want to miss out.

"I thought, if I go to Paris fashion this time and get a big prize on it, it will be very good for the future development of our two companies. Don't you want to take the company a step further? " Thyolo asked Muqi Hao.

Hear this, Mu Qi Hao is a little stupefied, if Thyolo can really shine in Paris fashion, then when the time is likely to get a big international list.

Thinking of this, Muqi Hao can not help but have some intention to move.

After a moment's reflection, he agreed: "In that case, I'll discuss it with my parents. We'll postpone our wedding for a while, and when you get back from Paris fashion week, we'll have a wedding. "

Thyolo hung up the phone when he heard what he wanted.

With so much to worry about these days, Thyolo plans to take the next few days to compose herself and get ready for Paris fashion.

Thinking of the match, Thyolo's eyes lit up with a fierce fighting spirit, although just with Muqi Hao to persuade each other's mind, but she is really want to get the best mind of the whole court.

Picking up her purse, Thyolo walked out of the office, the theme of the competition being wedding dresses, to see what kind of dresses are available.

As Thyolo walked out, he immediately followed her.

Thyolo frowned and said nothing, but if he left him behind, he would tell his father again.

Next to the busiest shopping street in a city, Thyolo went straight into a bridal shop and started looking at the dresses inside.

A long wedding gown attracted Thyolo's attention, in the light, the white wedding dress appears to be holy bright, eye catching.

Thyolo couldn't help but touch the wedding dress, think of Muqi Hao, his own future will also night wedding dress with each other married, eyes some unspeakable complexity.